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A/N: I don’t know what I was thinking. I was bored, than a thought struck me.
What if I post this on D.A?
Non-anime or Non-GaaHina lovers (*cough* *cough) no need to read this. I don't care if this isn't going to be popular or anything. It's already popular on ff.net so I'm satissfied. Just felt like posting this for fun.

Prologue:

It was strange. Yashamaru, his caretaker, the one person who actually cared about him…had died. And he…he was the one who killed him. So why didn’t he feel sadness? Regret?
Maybe what his father said was true. He was nothing like a human being. He had no emotion, no feeling. As cold and indifferent as snow.
He was a monster.
Gaara stepped out onto the street. It had been two days since his death. He hadn’t bothered to see his father. His father didn’t care. He was probably angrier at the fact that Gaara was still alive.
“Love is the spirit of caring and devoting yourself to someone.”
“You’re a very important person to me, Gaara-sama.”
Words of love he would never hear…ever again.
He bit his lip as his eyes alighted on the playground. The dusty ball was still there, looking so forlorn. He was being stupid again. A ball couldn’t look forlorn. It had no emotion. Nothing.
He made his way to the swing, wanting to rest. To forget everything that had happened in his pathetic excuse for a life.
“Your father asked me to kill you,”
Gaara stopped. The voice echoed everywhere, like he was there. But…that was impossible. He was dead.
“Deep in my heart, I’ve always hated you,”
Gaara covered his ears. He didn’t want to hear this again, but the memories wouldn’t go away.
“No…” he whimpered, “Stop…please…”
The crackling sound filled his ears. All the exploding tags attached to him…they were going to be set off.
“Yashamaru,” he yelled, “no! Please!”
“This is it…”
Why? What was so wrong with him? Why did he have to hurt those around him?
“Please die.”
The explosion filled his head again, and he fell to his knees, screaming over and over again as he clutched his head. His fingers found the tattoo he had engraved on his forehead, the night Yashamaru died.
Love.
He quieted down, the pain too much, and he finally dropped unconscious.

The 1st Chapter

“Hurry up, Hinata. You know your mom doesn’t want us to stay too long here.”
“Uh-huh. ‘Coz if we take too long, my baby sister will be born without us knowing!”
“It could be a baby brother.”
“I’d rather have a sister.”
Hyuuga Hiashi laughed as he fondly ruffled his daughter’s purplish-black hair. Hyuuga Hinata giggled and smiled up at her father. She loved these small outings, with her dad as her only companion.
Hiashi took out a slightly rumpled piece of paper and consulted it. Then, he tucked it back into his robes.
“Okay, Hinata. I need to talk to the Kazekage-sama,” he said, the smile whisked away from his face, “there should be a playground over there. Why don’t you wait there, and I’ll fetch you later, okay?”
Hinata nodded, and Hiashi immediately let go of her hand. With a small wave, Hinata dashed off. She hoped no one would be playing there. She couldn’t stand meeting new people.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it. There was absolutely no one at all. With a giggle, she ran faster until she finally reached it.
Her eyes alighted upon a dusty, yellow ball leaning on the wall. Whoever owned that ball was pretty irresponsible.
She bit her lip. She loved ball games, but the ball didn’t belong to her. Whoever owned it would probably get mad.
Childish want for amusement overrode morality, and in seconds, she was tossing the ball against the wall, giggling as she hit it harder and harder. This was excellent training for her speed. Her dad would probably be happy.
Suddenly, she watched the ball fly past her outstretched hands and flew to a small bundle near the swings. It looked like a pile of rags or something. Whatever it was, it had stopped the ball.
Hinata ran over, wanting to get back to her game.
She stopped short as the bundle of rags moved. She nearly screamed, but she was too shocked to let out a sound.
She found a pair of teal eyes, heavily lined, looking up at her. Above the left eye, a tattoo of the character ‘love’ was set onto a mask-like face. Bushy red hair was set on top.
It was a boy, no older than she probably was. His hand was clutched on the ball.
Hinata backed away slowly. He looked ready to kill. Perhaps that was his ball, and he was angry that she had taken in without permission.
His eyes widened as he saw her protective gesture. Every movement of her body indicated that she wanted to run away.
“Why are you scared?” he said softly, his voice slightly raspy.
“I…I…” Hinata couldn’t speak. He was scaring her.
“Am I really that monstrous?” he whispered.
Suddenly, Hinata felt something grimy wrap around her. She looked down, horrified and shocked to find sand creeping up her body.
His mask-like face was contorted and scrunched up in anger. Tears were streaming down his eyes.
“WHY?” he screamed, “Why won’t anybody accept me? Why was I born a monster?? Why?”
Hinata wanted to cry, but then she caught hold of his gaze.
Hyuuga’s were given this amazing vision, or so she was told. She didn’t know the extent of it, but somehow she could tell that it could interpret emotions pooling in people’s eyes.
Hopelessness…sadness…despair…desperation…his eyes were screaming for love…for help…
She closed her eyes. She never answered situations with violence. This boy needed understanding.
“I’m not scared of you,” she finally choked out.
The boy froze, as did the sand. She slid out of the sand bind and landed on the ground in front of him.
“You’re lying,” he hissed, “because you want to save your own life.”
Hinata shook her head. “When I first saw you, I thought you were a pile of rags. That’s why I seemed so shocked. Wouldn’t you be scared if you suddenly saw a pile of rags moving?”
The boy was silent for a moment. Then, from his mouth, came a soft choke of laughter.
Hinata giggled as well. “I don’t know about you, but I was scared silly!”
“You’re right,” the boy said happily, a smile lighting up his features, “thinking of me as a pile of rags…that is silly!”
Hinata laughed, glad that the whole ordeal was over.
“You know,” the boy said, smiling happily as well, “my older brother’s a puppeteer. He used to control stuffed animals to test his ability. It was fun and scary to watch.”
“Oh, you have siblings?” Hinata asked.
“Two. An older brother and sister. You?”
“My younger sibling’s still in my mum’s tummy.”
“You’ll be the eldest, then.”
Hinata nodded. “Oh,” she said suddenly, “may I know your name?”
He seemed hesitant. “Gaara,” he finally said, “just Gaara.”
“I’m Hinata. Hyuuga Hinata.” She extended her hand. “Nice to meet you, Gaara.”
“I never saw you here before,” Gaara said, taking her hand and shaking it, albeit hesitantly.
“I’m from Konohagakure,” Hinata said, “I just came with my dad. He’s here on business.”
Gaara’s face fell. Here, he had thought he found a true person who could befriend him. Accept him. Why was fate so cruel? Why did it have to snatch away every single bit of happiness from him?
“Tell you what, Gaara-kun,” Hinata said, grabbing his hand again, “since I only have a day here, what do you say to spending the whole day together? You could show me the parts of Suna that you know. ”
Hinata was surprised at herself. She had never been so bold before. But, there was something about this boy that was calling out to her.
She wanted to spend time with him.
Gaara looked at her hopeful face, then smiled. “Okay, Hinata-chan,” he said playfully tugging at her arm, “follow me!”
The two ran off, giggling happily.

oOo

“Gaara-kun,” Hinata said nervously, “why do I have to close my eyes?”
“I want to show you something, and I want it to be a surprise.” Gaara explained, squeezing his friends’ hand, hoping to reassure her.
“You won’t let me get hurt, will you?”
“I will never let that happen. Trust me.”
Hinata nodded, and was silent for the rest of the trip. Then…
“Okay. Open your eyes.”
Hinata took it off, and let loose a gasp of surprise and pleasure.
She was looking down at the rooftops of Suna, bathed in the glow of the setting sun as it bled on the horizon.
“Gaara-kun,” she breathed, “this is…amazing!” She looked to see where they were standing, and nearly squealed in fright to find that they were on the very edge of a roof. Without thinking, she jumped behind Gaara, holding him tightly.
“I…I’m scared of heights,” she explained, her voice slightly muffled by Gaara’s clothes.
Gaara patted her hand. “Come on, Hinata,” he said soothingly, “don’t concentrate on how high up you are. Concentrate on the view.”
Hinata peeked out behind him, then, shaking slightly, she approached the edge.
“See?” Gaara said.
“You…you’re right!” she said excitedly, “I don’t feel scared anymore!”
Gaara smiled happily, and the two looked out. It really was breathtaking.
“Hinata!” Her father’s voice rang out.
“Oh no,” Hinata said, “My father’s looking for me! Oh, I hope he’s not angry.”
“Let’s hurry, then,” Gaara said. He did not want his friend to get in trouble. “I’ll take you back to the Kazekae’s tower.” He grabbed her hand, and then looked down.
“Um…Hinata-chan? You’re going to have to trust me.”
“Huh?”
“The quickest way down is by sand.”
“What?”
“I control sand, you see,” Gaara explained, sand starting to stir around him, “and I often use it to float around town whenever I’m feeling lazy.” He finished sheepishly.
“We’re…going to float down?” Hinata said, feeling slightly queasy now, “On sand?”
“Uh-huh.”
Hinata closed her eyes. “Okay, but I’m keeping my eyes shut.”
Gaara smiled, then carefully positioned her next to him. “Hold on tight,” he whispered, “you might fall.”
“I won’t,” Hinata said, opening her milky eyes to look at him, “you said that you’d never let me get hurt. I trust you.”
Gaara nearly froze. To hear those words, so full of trust and faith…
Thank you, he thought as the sand carried them both down, I never thought people like you existed. I wish this day didn’t have to end, but hearing those words…it’s enough to make me let you go.
Tears dripped out of his eyes, but he brushed them away.
“Come on,” he said, trying to make his voice cheerful, “the Kazekge’s tower is just over there.”
Suddenly, screams cut through the air. The two friends froze, trying to find the source of the screams.
“Oh no,” a girl screeched, “he’s got another one.”
Gaara immediately knew what she meant, and his heart dropped. The sand was still around the two of them, and he could guess what it looked like to other people.
“Someone get her,” a boy’s voice said hurriedly, “before he hurts her!”
“What?” Hinata looked around wildly, “Gaara-kun, why are they saying those things?”
“Hinata…” he tried to explain. Suddenly, he felt hands clamp on his shoulders. A split second later, Hinata was pulled away.
“Forgive me, Hyuuga-sama,” his fathers voice sounded high above him, “my son has always had a strange lust for killing. Bloodlust, if I may be so bold. I do hope you’ll forgive him if he hurt your little girl.”
“She looks alright, Kazekage-sama…”
“Hurt me?” Hinata said, interrupting her father, “Gaara-kun didn’t! He promised he wouldn’t and I trust him! Daddy, let go! He’s my friend!”
“You’re friend?” The Kazekage said incredulously, “Really now?”
“Yes, he is!” Hinata said firmly, feeling angrier than she had ever felt in her life.
“I’m sorry, Kazekage-sama,” Hiashi said apologetically, “My daughter has never acted this rude before. Come along, Hinata. I’m very ashamed of you.”
“Please, daddy,” Hinata begged, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, “I didn’t even get to saw good-bye properly to Gaara-kun!”
“I don’t think you need to say good-bye,” the Kazekage said firmly, “after all, I doubt you’ll want to remember this day at all.”
“Of course I do,” Hinata said defiantly, ignoring the whispers of the townspeople around her, “Gaara-kun and I had a wonderful time playing together!”
“I see,” the Kazekage said softly, “I guess you had a wonderful time playing with a murderer, huh?”

A/N:.............I have no idea what to say.

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A/N: I don’t know what I was thinking. I was bored, than a thought struck me.
What if I post this on D.A?
Non-anime or Non-GaaHina lovers (*cough* *cough) no need to read this. I don't care if this isn't going to be popular or anything. It's already popular on ff.net so I'm satissfied. Just felt like posting this for fun.

Prologue:

It was strange. Yashamaru, his caretaker, the one person who actually cared about him…had died. And he…he was the one who killed him. So why didn’t he feel sadness? Regret?
Maybe what his father said was true. He was nothing like a human being. He had no emotion, no feeling. As cold and indifferent as snow.
He was a monster.
Gaara stepped out onto the street. It had been two days since his death. He hadn’t bothered to see his father. His father didn’t care. He was probably angrier at the fact that Gaara was still alive.
“Love is the spirit of caring and devoting yourself to someone.”
“You’re a very important person to me, Gaara-sama.”
Words of love he would never hear…ever again.
He bit his lip as his eyes alighted on the playground. The dusty ball was still there, looking so forlorn. He was being stupid again. A ball couldn’t look forlorn. It had no emotion. Nothing.
He made his way to the swing, wanting to rest. To forget everything that had happened in his pathetic excuse for a life.
“Your father asked me to kill you,”
Gaara stopped. The voice echoed everywhere, like he was there. But…that was impossible. He was dead.
“Deep in my heart, I’ve always hated you,”
Gaara covered his ears. He didn’t want to hear this again, but the memories wouldn’t go away.
“No…” he whimpered, “Stop…please…”
The crackling sound filled his ears. All the exploding tags attached to him…they were going to be set off.
“Yashamaru,” he yelled, “no! Please!”
“This is it…”
Why? What was so wrong with him? Why did he have to hurt those around him?
“Please die.”
The explosion filled his head again, and he fell to his knees, screaming over and over again as he clutched his head. His fingers found the tattoo he had engraved on his forehead, the night Yashamaru died.
Love.
He quieted down, the pain too much, and he finally dropped unconscious.

The 1st Chapter

“Hurry up, Hinata. You know your mom doesn’t want us to stay too long here.”
“Uh-huh. ‘Coz if we take too long, my baby sister will be born without us knowing!”
“It could be a baby brother.”
“I’d rather have a sister.”
Hyuuga Hiashi laughed as he fondly ruffled his daughter’s purplish-black hair. Hyuuga Hinata giggled and smiled up at her father. She loved these small outings, with her dad as her only companion.
Hiashi took out a slightly rumpled piece of paper and consulted it. Then, he tucked it back into his robes.
“Okay, Hinata. I need to talk to the Kazekage-sama,” he said, the smile whisked away from his face, “there should be a playground over there. Why don’t you wait there, and I’ll fetch you later, okay?”
Hinata nodded, and Hiashi immediately let go of her hand. With a small wave, Hinata dashed off. She hoped no one would be playing there. She couldn’t stand meeting new people.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it. There was absolutely no one at all. With a giggle, she ran faster until she finally reached it.
Her eyes alighted upon a dusty, yellow ball leaning on the wall. Whoever owned that ball was pretty irresponsible.
She bit her lip. She loved ball games, but the ball didn’t belong to her. Whoever owned it would probably get mad.
Childish want for amusement overrode morality, and in seconds, she was tossing the ball against the wall, giggling as she hit it harder and harder. This was excellent training for her speed. Her dad would probably be happy.
Suddenly, she watched the ball fly past her outstretched hands and flew to a small bundle near the swings. It looked like a pile of rags or something. Whatever it was, it had stopped the ball.
Hinata ran over, wanting to get back to her game.
She stopped short as the bundle of rags moved. She nearly screamed, but she was too shocked to let out a sound.
She found a pair of teal eyes, heavily lined, looking up at her. Above the left eye, a tattoo of the character ‘love’ was set onto a mask-like face. Bushy red hair was set on top.
It was a boy, no older than she probably was. His hand was clutched on the ball.
Hinata backed away slowly. He looked ready to kill. Perhaps that was his ball, and he was angry that she had taken in without permission.
His eyes widened as he saw her protective gesture. Every movement of her body indicated that she wanted to run away.
“Why are you scared?” he said softly, his voice slightly raspy.
“I…I…” Hinata couldn’t speak. He was scaring her.
“Am I really that monstrous?” he whispered.
Suddenly, Hinata felt something grimy wrap around her. She looked down, horrified and shocked to find sand creeping up her body.
His mask-like face was contorted and scrunched up in anger. Tears were streaming down his eyes.
“WHY?” he screamed, “Why won’t anybody accept me? Why was I born a monster?? Why?”
Hinata wanted to cry, but then she caught hold of his gaze.
Hyuuga’s were given this amazing vision, or so she was told. She didn’t know the extent of it, but somehow she could tell that it could interpret emotions pooling in people’s eyes.
Hopelessness…sadness…despair…desperation…his eyes were screaming for love…for help…
She closed her eyes. She never answered situations with violence. This boy needed understanding.
“I’m not scared of you,” she finally choked out.
The boy froze, as did the sand. She slid out of the sand bind and landed on the ground in front of him.
“You’re lying,” he hissed, “because you want to save your own life.”
Hinata shook her head. “When I first saw you, I thought you were a pile of rags. That’s why I seemed so shocked. Wouldn’t you be scared if you suddenly saw a pile of rags moving?”
The boy was silent for a moment. Then, from his mouth, came a soft choke of laughter.
Hinata giggled as well. “I don’t know about you, but I was scared silly!”
“You’re right,” the boy said happily, a smile lighting up his features, “thinking of me as a pile of rags…that is silly!”
Hinata laughed, glad that the whole ordeal was over.
“You know,” the boy said, smiling happily as well, “my older brother’s a puppeteer. He used to control stuffed animals to test his ability. It was fun and scary to watch.”
“Oh, you have siblings?” Hinata asked.
“Two. An older brother and sister. You?”
“My younger sibling’s still in my mum’s tummy.”
“You’ll be the eldest, then.”
Hinata nodded. “Oh,” she said suddenly, “may I know your name?”
He seemed hesitant. “Gaara,” he finally said, “just Gaara.”
“I’m Hinata. Hyuuga Hinata.” She extended her hand. “Nice to meet you, Gaara.”
“I never saw you here before,” Gaara said, taking her hand and shaking it, albeit hesitantly.
“I’m from Konohagakure,” Hinata said, “I just came with my dad. He’s here on business.”
Gaara’s face fell. Here, he had thought he found a true person who could befriend him. Accept him. Why was fate so cruel? Why did it have to snatch away every single bit of happiness from him?
“Tell you what, Gaara-kun,” Hinata said, grabbing his hand again, “since I only have a day here, what do you say to spending the whole day together? You could show me the parts of Suna that you know. ”
Hinata was surprised at herself. She had never been so bold before. But, there was something about this boy that was calling out to her.
She wanted to spend time with him.
Gaara looked at her hopeful face, then smiled. “Okay, Hinata-chan,” he said playfully tugging at her arm, “follow me!”
The two ran off, giggling happily.

oOo

“Gaara-kun,” Hinata said nervously, “why do I have to close my eyes?”
“I want to show you something, and I want it to be a surprise.” Gaara explained, squeezing his friends’ hand, hoping to reassure her.
“You won’t let me get hurt, will you?”
“I will never let that happen. Trust me.”
Hinata nodded, and was silent for the rest of the trip. Then…
“Okay. Open your eyes.”
Hinata took it off, and let loose a gasp of surprise and pleasure.
She was looking down at the rooftops of Suna, bathed in the glow of the setting sun as it bled on the horizon.
“Gaara-kun,” she breathed, “this is…amazing!” She looked to see where they were standing, and nearly squealed in fright to find that they were on the very edge of a roof. Without thinking, she jumped behind Gaara, holding him tightly.
“I…I’m scared of heights,” she explained, her voice slightly muffled by Gaara’s clothes.
Gaara patted her hand. “Come on, Hinata,” he said soothingly, “don’t concentrate on how high up you are. Concentrate on the view.”
Hinata peeked out behind him, then, shaking slightly, she approached the edge.
“See?” Gaara said.
“You…you’re right!” she said excitedly, “I don’t feel scared anymore!”
Gaara smiled happily, and the two looked out. It really was breathtaking.
“Hinata!” Her father’s voice rang out.
“Oh no,” Hinata said, “My father’s looking for me! Oh, I hope he’s not angry.”
“Let’s hurry, then,” Gaara said. He did not want his friend to get in trouble. “I’ll take you back to the Kazekae’s tower.” He grabbed her hand, and then looked down.
“Um…Hinata-chan? You’re going to have to trust me.”
“Huh?”
“The quickest way down is by sand.”
“What?”
“I control sand, you see,” Gaara explained, sand starting to stir around him, “and I often use it to float around town whenever I’m feeling lazy.” He finished sheepishly.
“We’re…going to float down?” Hinata said, feeling slightly queasy now, “On sand?”
“Uh-huh.”
Hinata closed her eyes. “Okay, but I’m keeping my eyes shut.”
Gaara smiled, then carefully positioned her next to him. “Hold on tight,” he whispered, “you might fall.”
“I won’t,” Hinata said, opening her milky eyes to look at him, “you said that you’d never let me get hurt. I trust you.”
Gaara nearly froze. To hear those words, so full of trust and faith…
Thank you, he thought as the sand carried them both down, I never thought people like you existed. I wish this day didn’t have to end, but hearing those words…it’s enough to make me let you go.
Tears dripped out of his eyes, but he brushed them away.
“Come on,” he said, trying to make his voice cheerful, “the Kazekge’s tower is just over there.”
Suddenly, screams cut through the air. The two friends froze, trying to find the source of the screams.
“Oh no,” a girl screeched, “he’s got another one.”
Gaara immediately knew what she meant, and his heart dropped. The sand was still around the two of them, and he could guess what it looked like to other people.
“Someone get her,” a boy’s voice said hurriedly, “before he hurts her!”
“What?” Hinata looked around wildly, “Gaara-kun, why are they saying those things?”
“Hinata…” he tried to explain. Suddenly, he felt hands clamp on his shoulders. A split second later, Hinata was pulled away.
“Forgive me, Hyuuga-sama,” his fathers voice sounded high above him, “my son has always had a strange lust for killing. Bloodlust, if I may be so bold. I do hope you’ll forgive him if he hurt your little girl.”
“She looks alright, Kazekage-sama…”
“Hurt me?” Hinata said, interrupting her father, “Gaara-kun didn’t! He promised he wouldn’t and I trust him! Daddy, let go! He’s my friend!”
“You’re friend?” The Kazekage said incredulously, “Really now?”
“Yes, he is!” Hinata said firmly, feeling angrier than she had ever felt in her life.
“I’m sorry, Kazekage-sama,” Hiashi said apologetically, “My daughter has never acted this rude before. Come along, Hinata. I’m very ashamed of you.”
“Please, daddy,” Hinata begged, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, “I didn’t even get to saw good-bye properly to Gaara-kun!”
“I don’t think you need to say good-bye,” the Kazekage said firmly, “after all, I doubt you’ll want to remember this day at all.”
“Of course I do,” Hinata said defiantly, ignoring the whispers of the townspeople around her, “Gaara-kun and I had a wonderful time playing together!”
“I see,” the Kazekage said softly, “I guess you had a wonderful time playing with a murderer, huh?”

A/N:.............I have no idea what to say.